Zhong Changhe has been sealing the sword for thirty years.

The reason for sealing the sword is not only related to the great battle thirty years ago, and he personally slashed his own master.

What's more about a truth that the Extreme Mang Sword Immortal who had not entered the Demon Dao had told him before that.

The heavier the holder, the more cautious it is.

When he was young, he used to scoff at this, but it wasn't until he saw his master fall into the devil that he almost destroyed the thousand-year-old foundation of Linglong Pavilion. The weight of this sentence is evident.

The fact that the sword can be sealed does not mean that the sword will not be released again.

It's about swinging a better sword at the right time.

Now's the right time.

"Look for death!" a thick aura surged between Zhong Chang's hateful eyebrows, and the long sword stuck in the ground let out a clear roar and slammed back above his head.

I saw a flash of light in his eyes, and his hands were in the shape of sword fingers, connecting several jerky and obscure marks. The sharp sword hanging above his head turned into ten, ten, hundred, hundred, densely appeared behind him.

Then, the true yuan around him surged, and the rolling sword intent was like purple qi coming from the east, which had the appearance of covering the sky and the sun.

It was a little darker.

The old man in red was in scattered clothes, with thousands of divine swords wrapped around him, and there was a rolling sword intent to protect his body in all directions.

He stood out of thin air, with cold eyebrows, like a sword immortal coming to the world.

The little monk looked up at the old man in the sky, his eyebrows sank, and anger finally emerged in his clear eyes.

"Obsessed, you should be killed!" his immature voice suddenly became cold at that moment.

With that, the golden light around him was magnificent, and a golden Buddha statue appeared behind him at that moment.

The Buddha statue is solemn, majestic and huge, and from the moment it emerges, there is suddenly a leisurely Sanskrit sound, and the momentum is terrifying.

"It's a mystery. Zhong Chang snorted coldly.

One hand stretched out sharply, and the five fingers were spread out, as if it were the sky.

"Heaven and earth are yellow, and the universe is desolate. ”

Then a loud cry came out of his mouth, and the Heavenly Sword behind him flew out like an edict at that moment.

The long sword poured towards the little monk like a rainstorm pear blossom, and the dense long sword was almost connected into a line, mighty and endless. The sword light flickered between heaven and earth, as if it had already broken it.

"Hmph!" the little monk's face was silent, he let out a cold snort, his body took a step forward, and his immature little hand stretched out towards the flying long sword, as if he wanted to use his weak flesh and blood body to resist this sword formation that was powerful enough to kill the immortals.

Of course, this is far from the case.

As the little monk's hand was stretched out, the huge Buddha statue behind him slowly moved.

The statue was so huge that every slight movement of his head would make a thunderous sound, striking the eardrums of everyone present.

The Buddha statue stretched out his hand, and the slow and heavy movements gave everyone a great sense of oppression.

It is extremely amazing that the palm of the Buddha statue that slowly stretched out and the stegosaurus that roared came to the little monk at the same time, not sooner or later.

Bite!

Bite!

Bite!

......

That's when the metal collides with a crisp sound.

The sound was harsh and dense, like a torrential rain hitting the drum.

Then, after colliding with the palm, countless flying swords refracted in all directions, falling into the surrounding ground like defeated soldiers. Zhong Chang hated such a powerful blow that he couldn't even break through the defense of that palm.

The people around dared to touch this edge, and they retreated one after another.

The battle had unwittingly risen to the point where most of the people present could not participate at all.

"The demon is crooked, but that's it. The little monk let out a cold snort at that time, stretched out his palm and pushed towards the sky, and the huge Buddha's hand was also like an edict at that time, and began to face the stegosaurus summoned by Zhong Changhate, slowly moving forward.

He's going to fight back.

Seeing this, everyone's hearts tightened, this little monk is really too weird, the origin is unknown, but the cultivation is terrifyingly strong.

Qing Ruxi couldn't make a move in his hand, and Zhong Changhe, who was known as being able to slash immortals with a sword, couldn't defeat him, but faintly meant to be suppressed by him.

What is the origin of this little monk?

At that time, such doubts inevitably surfaced in everyone's minds.

"Humph!"

Zhong Chang hated what a character, although the little monk's actions made him different, but it was far more than it could make him mess up.

A cold glint flashed in his eyes, and the outstretched arm was clenched out of thin air, and the divine sword that turned into a thousand flew into his hand at that moment.

That moment.

Zhong Chang hated seemed to have become a little different.

A dark and uncertain aura centered around him and rippled like ripples around him.

Then he leaned forward, swung his sword in his hand, and the whole thing moved.

He met the Buddha's outstretched arm.

The long swords that were stuck upside down on the ground began to tremble at that time, and the sound of swords rose one after another, from low to high, and finally converged into one, echoing between heaven and earth, suppressing the Sanskrit sound evoked by the Buddha statue, and also suppressing the exclamations of everyone.

After a few breaths, those long swords broke through the ground one after another, turned into streamers, and merged into the divine sword in Zhong Changhe's hand like a hundred birds and a phoenix.

The momentum around him was magnificent, and the rolling sword intent was surging, swinging out from behind him, covering the sky and the sun.

"Stubborn. The little monk also seemed to feel the sense of oppression coming from Zhong Changha's body at that time, and he also burst into a shout, and the golden light around the Buddha statue was magnificent.

Rumble!

It was just a blink of an eye, and the sword in Zhong Chang's hand and the huge Buddha palm collided fiercely.

A huge roar rang out, and a fierce wind rose from the place where the two met, whistling towards all directions, and everyone's faces changed drastically, and they hurriedly used all their strength to resist. But Rao is like this, and there are still some people in the crowd who are weaker in cultivation who are inevitably blown to the ground, looking embarrassed.

But the contest between Zhong Changhate and the little monk is far from over.

The two were at a stalemate, and both the sword blade and the Buddha's palm did not shy away, and chose to regret it at that time.

The little monk thought, to eliminate the demon and defend the way, to purify all sentient beings, naturally there is no way to retreat.

Zhong Chang hated to think, Linglong Pavilion's face could not be tarnished by others, so he naturally had to kill it quickly.

The two of them had a tacit understanding and used their own killer moves as soon as they fought, and the result of this battle must be directly determined by his choice two.

They are well aware of this.

Therefore, at this time, they all unreservedly urge the power in their bodies, trying to consume each other's life and death.

The flow of time seems to have slowed down.

Everyone looked nervously at the two of them who were like immortals, and every minute and every second made everyone live like a year at this time.

And this is also true for the two who are in the middle of the battlefield.

They urged every trace of energy in their bodies with all their might, and they didn't dare to slack off even a little.

Zhong Chang's forehead was densely covered with sweat, but between the little monk's eyebrows was a trace of anger.

As time passed, the sweat on Zhong Changhate's forehead became more and more, and he gradually felt a little struggling.

The last one who could force him to such a point was his master who had practiced the "Great Reverse Sword Codex" and entered the Demon Dao, Zhong Chang sighed in his heart at that time, and he would inevitably use that trick in the end.

As he thought so, a flash of determination flashed in his eyes.

His body shook, and a dark aura suddenly surged from his body.

The aura was extremely cold, with a monstrous resentment aura, which was completely different from the almost pure sword intent he had unleashed before.

Zhong Chang's eyes suddenly turned red, and the aura around him rose again at that time, reaching a certain point that made everyone almost tremble.

And as his strength increased, the pressure on the little monk who was the enemy suddenly doubled.

The Buddha palm in the sky that was opposite to Zhong Changhe's sword slowly began to retreat at that time, as if Zhong Changhe had finally achieved a normal advantage after using such a strange move.

The little monk's body began to lean back, a huge sense of oppression came, and the ground under his feet began to dent, as if it could no longer bear such a huge force.

"How could it be? How could I lose to a monster!" he muttered to himself, the anger in his eyes becoming more and more intense, and it gradually soaked his eyes.

"Break it for me!" At this time, Zhong Chang let out a loud shout, and the momentum around him rose again.

At that moment, the huge Buddha statue seemed to be hit hard, and the body was shaken, and the defeat of the Buddha palm became more and more obvious.

The corners of the little monk's mouth began to overflow with blood, and the power that suddenly erupted from Zhong Chang's body was really too strong, and under the oppression of that force, he felt a shock.

"Everyone in the world is suffering, and I am a Buddha with compassion, since I should cross the world out of the sea of suffering, and bring light to all sentient beings. ”

He remembered what the old monk had said to him in a certain year and a certain month.

How can I die before all beings have crossed?

He murmured like this, but his voice was not immature, but the vicissitudes of life, as if he had traveled a long time to arrive here.

With a loud bang, Zhong Chang's sword finally crushed the Buddha statue, and the huge Buddha statue phantom shattered violently at that time.

And with it shattered, there was something in the little monk's body.

Then a crack appeared on the surface of the thing.

A tear so small that it is almost impossible to see with the naked eye.

It is the obsession of all sentient beings, and it is also the evil result of the suffering of all people in the world.

The little monk's body shook, and a terrifying force suddenly surged out of his body, and his already rickety body suddenly straightened up at that moment.

He looked up at the sky, and a cold aura swept out in his eyes that had already killed the Zhong Chang Hate in front of him, and had become pitch black.

His lips slowly opened, and the majestic golden Buddha light before was unexpectedly covered with a faint black aura.

And the grotesque and gloomy voice came out of his mouth at that time.

"All living beings are old and miserable. ”

"Reincarnation to Bliss!"